"Hotness 10 on 10," Ginger smirked smugly while checking out the black mini dress on her through the mirror. They were currently at the shopping mall. "You liked the dress that much?" Angela asked, surprised. "Jeez! Not the dress, Angie. Me," Ginger rolled her eyes and corrected Angela as if she had said something stupid. She turned slightly to check her backside. Angela sighed and flipped the page of magazine she was reading for the last half an hour. They were at the mall for the last three hours. That must be the 30th dress she had tried on. "Though I must say, by wearing it, I have increased its beauty. They really should pay me for wearing their clothes," Ginger stated in all her sincerity while assessing the dress."You know you cannot buy that, Gigi. It's too short for a family birthday party," Angela reminded her without looking up from the magazine. The dress barely covered her ass. Ara would never approve of it. "You are so boring just like mom," Ginger rolled her e

For two years he avoided her only to end up like this. If someone had told him only two months ago that one day he will enjoy staring at his sleeping wife like some creep, he would have taken it on his ego and smashed the man's head. But look at him now he wasn't only enjoying staring at her, he had began to crave her too. If not for her limit, he knew he would have kept her awake all night long. She felt that good. His desire for her had surpassed her limit of taking him. But that's okay. Little by little, he will build up her strength and then nights no longer will be for wasting away in sleep. A mischevious smirk touched his lips as he imagined teasing her night long on their bed. He reached over to caress her warm cheek with his knuckles. If only she knew what he was thinking. The woman would blush so hard. He liked that though. He liked seeing her blushing and stuttering like a shy kitten in front of him. She was a shy kitten but only till you don't ruffle her feathers. The wom

Nikaulas got down his car and went straight towards his mansion. His house was once again enlivened by her presence. An impalpable veil of despair had hung in that air when she wasn't here. Now he colud feel her presence in the freshness of air, in the positivity vibrating through his house, on the table where her mug was kept. He had bought this house but she owned it. In search of her, he went to their room but she wasn't there. Nik had brought back her stuff to his room before he had flown to Spain. They were sharing a room now. His brows furrowed in confusion when he couldn't find her. After setting his bag on the table, he exited their room. He stopped a maid passing by and asked about her whereabout. The maid told her she was in the kitchen. He promptly started towards the kitchen in large strides. The urge to see her had overwhelmed him since Leah's appearance. Her words had invoked an unknown fear inside him. A fear that constantly pricked at his insides since Theo's incident

No matter how many social events she attended, she always felt awkward and self-conscious. People would never stop shooting glances at her as if she was some alien straight from the moon. She was aware that not all of them were looking down upon her but it still made her feel uncomfortable as she was being singled out because of her disability. More so when she is accompanied by her perfect husband. His striking features and powerful presence kept people looking in their direction. She had seen admiration glimmering in people's eyes for her husband and had seen it changing into pity as soon as their gaze would land on her. Pity for her husband. A man like him didn't deserve to be with a woman bound with wheelchair. They, together, perfectly defined perfection with imperfection. The launching event was attended by many big names. From celebrities to politician everyone was in the presence. Even though Garham was also here, Nickaluas didn't leave Angela's side and stayed beside her. Hi

He opened his eyes and his features softened when he saw her sobbing silently. He tilted her face up to make her meet his eyes. As a mafia lord he had seen many gruesome sights that will make anyone piss in their pants. He had seen people begging for life and bleeding away, had witnessed heap of dead bodies lying in the sea of their own blood and never felt a thing. But somehow these harmles tears in her eyes....these crystalline beads in her beautiful eyes were inflicting sharp pangs in his heart. They unsettled him. He wiped them again so that she could look at him clearly and figure everything for herself. "Do you know how wanted you are?" he enquired softly, referring back to the time when she had called herself unwanted. She only blinked at him, confused. The look in his eyes told her that he was awaiting an answer. She slowly shook her head. A small smile played on his lips as he leaned down and pecked her lips. "I'll show you," he then murmured against her lips. Not d